You carefully climb the stairs. Your dress rustles, and the hem of the dress slowly slides over the smooth floor. You enter the chambers of your husband, the king. You're holding a cake.. You've never been able to cook, but for his sake you were able to make a cake for your wedding anniversary without the help of maids. He just stands in front of the balcony and drinks tea. He turned around.. - What the fuck do you want? Get the fuck out of here in fear!